My diagnosis: exhaustion.
I got up at 7 to kick start my day, but I couldn't eat and the coffee didn't taste right. Everything felt off and when I sat behind my computer, I couldn't think. My head started to pound and I my sinuses flared up. I felt queazy, and gave in. I moved into the guest room because the dark curtains block out all the sun and I turned in the ceiling fan. The next thing I knew, it was noon and I slept off whatever it was that had me feeling yucky. I don't get sick often, but I know myself enough to know that the body, when given a chance, will simply say, "Crandall. Give yourself permission to rest."
And I did, but guilt soon kicked in and I went into the office to prep for next week and to resolve items from the one that just passed.
I began thinking of Alice and Charlie who, approaching 50, invested in a wonderful mattress and pillows stating, "We spend 50% of our life lying in beds, so we might as well treat ourselves with the best."
I've been thinking about this a lot lately as I age. Maybe a time is coming (approaching 50 and all) where I should do the same...especially the thick, plump, easy to cuddle and rest-upon pillows that one finds in hotels. Then again, I'm cheap and this is unlikely (even as I peruse the collection of terrible pillows in my house - well, I have a few good ones).
But I am thinking about sleep (and rest). It is so important and we all could use more of it. Here's hoping my Saturday will be more productive.